Veronica Ostling-Hirschberg
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Why is there?A Poem by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..The reason of things are unbeknownst to mewhy must there be anything?It is senseless. All of it.I struggle daily when I realize things as such;I canno.. |
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PoisonedA Poem by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..In darkness I wailwhile he flees the deepest crypt;storming the snowed hills with his allegiance of warOne hand shewed light and promisewhile the othe.. |
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HeA Poem by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..She had climbed vast chasms without him beforethat now she saw as impossible when he's goneweeping for every moment lost shefears when the time comes .. |
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FallA Poem by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..Within the woods his voice in darkness wailsHe, an emperor of the throne, grieves for His wilted life. A gift of madness he is; a scab upon the Earth... |
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Jack UntitledA Story by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..My friends had always laughed when I asked if any of them had ever had feelings for their brother the way I did. I wondered if it was only natural to.. |
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